Change
change is a good thing, they say.
i don't know if it is a good thing or not, but i know it can become a way of life and an addiction. if the changes stop coming, you have to start creating them, and that isn't always a good thing. after a while you may find that the things brought on by the changes weren't really what you wanted, after all. your craving was for change itself.
we lived in four different countries between the early 1990s and the early 2000s, and in taiwan three times. before that, i lived in china for two years. in 1991, we first moved from taiwan to sweden, and then to the us. after that, it was back to taiwan, before moving to thailand via the us. in 2000, we were back in taiwan again. during these years, there was a long period when we moved house at an average rate of once every ten months.
we've been here in taiwan for almost four years now. i've stayed at the same job for almost three years - never before have i been able to put up with one job continuously for so loooong. we haven't moved house in over three years. we have four cats and a dog. all that moving around became too much after having had a decade and more of it, and for a while we were completely at ease not having to do that anymore.
but now i am getting restless and bored again. i feel that familiar need for change slowly creeping up on me, i've learned to identify the feeling by now. better watch myself this time, we've managed to set up quite a good life here.